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“You haven’t claimed anyone, that makes you free game.”
“You are on your last warning with me, next time you speak to me without invitation, I’ll be bringing your future stay at the club up in church.”
Liz didn’t put up any more of a fight and instead turned on her heel and nearly ran to the other side of the commons. Grady, the older member who was always around and making jokes spoke up. I hadn’t realized he’d been sitting right behind us until he did.
“I’ll make sure that gets addressed with Prez when he’s available again. Go enjoy your night.”
Breakneck tipped his chin down at the man and then tugged on my hand to get me moving along behind him. We didn’t head back to my room, which surprised me. Instead, he took me to his room. Another surprise was that everything looked clean and there were a bunch of those battery-operated votive candles placed all around. A few taper candles were in the mix as well, and since there was no melted wax mess anywhere, I assumed they were also running on battery power.
“Did you already have them all lit when we were upstairs?”
“Yeah.” He blushed as he said it.
“So, you assumed you were going to get lucky?” I waggled my brows out him playfully and it worked to make him laugh and break the tension that had creeped into his shoulders from the confrontation with Liz. She was one of the club girls, and he was probably waiting for me to make a big deal over the little confrontation, but there was no need. This was my way of breaking the ice and telling him that scene wasn’t important. Tonight was about us and I was tired of waiting.
“You think I’m getting lucky tonight? I thought we had to round the bases first.”
“And you don’t think we can do that in one inning?” I asked curiously.
“Fuck, sweetness, you’re killing me here.” I moved closer and ran my fingers down his jawline. Unlike many of the other bikers in his club, Breakneck kept his face cleanly shaven. The slight dimple in his chin always fascinated me and even more so as I ran my finger into the little dip and watched as he licked his lips in anticipation of whatever I did next.
I moved both my hands behind his neck and held on with one as I used the other to tug on the short strands of hair there to pull him toward me. I didn’t go for his lips immediately. Instead, I kissed that little dimple in his chin that intrigued me so much.
He groaned before tipping my chin up and planting his mouth on mine and taking the kiss that he really wanted. Then it was my turn to moan as his tongue stroked across mine while his hands pulled me closer and massaged my ass all at once. There was no denying that he wanted this to move through all the bases quickly, since I could feel how hard he was for me.
His hands roamed upward and before I knew what happened, my shirt was lying on the floor at our feet. Our mouths had only separated for the briefest moment, and then they were back where they belonged, pressed together as our heated kissed pulled us deeper into one another. I could probably survive on Breakneck’s kisses alone. They both energized me and threatened to bring me to my knees.
My nipples scraping against the leather of his cut were my only indication that my bra was somewhere on the floor instead of my body. It was like his kisses drugged me into a passion-fueled bubble where nothing else could penetrate.
“Need you to kick those shoes off, sweetness.”
I stepped back and did as he asked before my brain had a chance to engage and make me doubt myself or what we were doing.
Breakneck picked me up and moved me once my shoes were off, so that I was standing in front of him mostly naked. All that was left were the shorts he was working down my legs and my panties. My very simple, cotton briefs I’d purchased from the local chain store because they were the cheapest pack, not because they would ever turn a man on.
I blushed profusely when I thought about the difference in my granny-style undies and what Connie had been wearing the first night I saw her. She basically had dental floss strung between her feminine flaps and there I was with giant bloomers covering everything and then some.
“Stop,” Breakneck fussed as he finished peeling my clothes off me.
“Stop what?”
“Being embarrassed about your body, me seeing it, or whatever else has that red flush spreading across your chest and cheeks. Not that I don’t mind seeing that beautiful color bloom across your skin, but I’d much rather it be in the heat of passion that your skin is stained that way and not because you’re ashamed of yourself.”
“I’m not ashamed of myself. I’m ashamed of the underwear I had to buy because I didn’t have money for anything else.”
“Does it look like I give a shit what underwear you have on?”
He stood and pointed to the evidence of his arousal that tented his pants. I couldn’t answer him even if I wanted to. Instead, I shook my head and continued to stare as Breakneck pulled his leather cut off and set it aside on top of his dresser before he quickly shucked out of everything else he had on.
The rest of his clothes were thrown willy-nilly around the room, as if he had no care for them. That was the difference I realized. The club, the things and people attached to it, those were what mattered to the man before me. Not that I didn’t already know that, but seeing the way he cared for his cut was another layer of how deep his ties went with the Savage Vipers.
I tucked the nagging worry away that I wasn’t really attached to the club. Not in the way the other women were. Still, knowing that we might be on borrowed time, because I still wasn’t sure if just being with me would be enough for the man, I put the thought out of my mind. Worrying about where I really stood in the big scheme of things, especially how disposable I was, needed to be off the table while we were naked together. There would be plenty of time to freak out about everything and worry later.
“Turn it off,” Breakneck warned me before he drew me closer to his now nude body. The heat rolling off him felt unreal. My hands, as if of their own accord, landed on his chest and I scraped my nails lightly down from his collarbone to circle around his nipples. I followed the trail of hair that grew across the expanse of his chest and then down the center of his body to the penis that stood proudly erect in front of him.
I chastised myself for even thinking to call his manhood a penis, because it seemed too watered-down a word to be an apt description. Breakneck had a cock and a magnificent one at that. Not that I was a connoisseur, but I had been watching porn since my early teen years. If he wanted to, the man could make some serious cash in the adult film industry.
I continued to rake my nails lightly down that trail of hair until I reached the base of his cock and some of his precum leaked out the tip onto my arm. Then I changed course and ran my nails back up his front with my fingers splayed out, as I looked on in fascination when gooseflesh broke out in the wake of my touch.
